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In the style of

Grandmaster Flash

Lyrics

it's like a jungle
sometimes
it makes me wonder
how i keep from
goin' under

it's like a jungle
sometimes
it makes me wonder
how i keep from
goin' under

broken glass
everywhere
people p#ss#n'
on the stage
you know
they just don't care

i can't take the smell
can't take the noise
got no money
to move out
i guess i got no choice

rats in the front room
roaches in the back
junkies in the alley
with a baseball bat

i tried to get away
but i couldn't get far
'cause a man
with a tow truck
repossessed my car

don't push me
'cause i'm close
to the edge
i'm tryin'
not to lose my head
ah huh ha ha ha

it's like a jungle
sometimes
it makes me wonder
how i keep from
goin' under

standin' on
the front stoop
hangin' out
the window
watchin'
all the cars go by
rollin' as
the breezes blow

a crazy lady
livin' in a bag
eatin' outta
garbage pails
used to be a f## hag

such a dance
the tango
skipped the light
fandango
was hooked on
princes
seemed to
lost her senses

down at the peep show
watchin'
all the creeps
so she can
tell her stories to
the girls back home

she went to the city
and got so so so ditty
she had to get a pimp
she couldn't make it
on her own

don't push me
'cause i'm close
to the edge
i'm tryin'
not to lose my head
ah huh ha ha ha

it's like a jungle
sometimes
it makes me wonder
how i keep from
goin' under

it's like a jungle
sometimes
it makes me wonder
how i keep from
goin' under

my brother's doin' bad
stole my mother's tv
says she watches
too much
it's just not healthy

all my children
in the daytime
dallas at night
can't even
see the game
or the sugar ray fight

the bill collectors
they ring my phone
and scare my wife
when i'm not home

got a bum education
double-digit inflation
can't take the train
to the job
there's a strike
at the station

neon king kong
standin' on my back
can't stop
to turn around

broke my sacroiliac
a mid-range migraine
cancered membrane
sometimes i think
i'm goin' insane
i swear i might
hijack a plane

don't push me
'cause i'm close
to the edge
i'm tryin'
not to lose my head

it's like a jungle
sometimes
it makes me wonder
how i keep from
goin' under

it's like a jungle
sometimes
it makes me wonder
how i keep from
goin' under

my son said daddy
i don't wanna
go to school 'cause
the teacher's a jerk
he must think i'm a fool

and all the kids
smoke reefer
i think it'd be cheaper
if i just got a job
learned to be
a street sweeper

i'd dance to the beat
shuffle my feet
wear a shirt and tie
and run with
the creeps

'cause it's
all about money
ain't a damn thing
funny
you got to have a con
in this land of
milk and honey

they pushed that girl
in front of the train
took her to
the doctor
sewed her arm
on again

stabbed that man
right in his heart
gave him a transplant
for a brand-new start
i can't walk
through the park
'cause it's crazy
after dark

keep my hand
on my gun
'cause they got me
on the run

i feel like a outlaw
broke my last
glass jaw
hear them say
you want some more
livin' on a seesaw

don't push me
'cause i'm close
to the edge
i'm tryin'
not to lose my head
say what

it's like a jungle
sometimes
it makes me wonder
how i keep from
goin' under

it's like a jungle
sometimes
it makes me wonder
how i keep from
goin' under

it's like a jungle
sometimes
it makes me wonder
how i keep from
goin' under

it's like a jungle
sometimes
it makes me wonder
how i keep from
goin' under

a child is born
with no state of mind
blind to the ways
of mankind

god is smilin' on you
but he's frownin' too
because only god
knows what
you'll go through

you'll grow up
in the ghetto
livin' second-rate
and your eyes
will sing a song
of deep hate

the places you play
and where you stay
looks like one
great big alleyway

you'll admire
all the number-book
takers
thugs pimps
and pushers
and the
big money makers

drivin' big cars
spendin' twenties
and tens
and you wanna
grow up to be
just like them huh

smugglers
scramblers
burglars
gamblers
pickpocket
peddlers
even panhandlers

you say i'm cool huh
i'm no fool
but then you wind up
droppin' outta
high school
now you're
unemployed
all non-void

walkin' 'round
like you're
pretty boy floyd
turned stick-up kid
but look what
you done did

got sent up
for a eight-year bid
now your manhood
is took and
you're a maytag

spend the next
two years
as a undercover f##
bein' used and abused
to serve like hell
till one day
you was found
hung dead in the cell

it was plain to see
that your life
was lost
you was cold
and your body swung
back and forth

but now your eyes
sing the sad sad song
of how you
lived so fast
and died so young

so don't push me
'cause i'm close
to the edge
i'm tryin'
not to lose my head
ah huh ha ha ha

it's like a jungle
sometimes
it makes me wonder
how i keep from
goin' under
ha uh huh huh ha ha

it's like a jungle
sometimes
it makes me wonder
how i keep from
goin' under
ha uh huh huh ha ha

Details

  • Duration : 6:38
  • Key : Abm
  • Genre : R&B/Hip-Hop
  • Year released : 1982
  • Language : English

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